We all long for new life, but we are trapped in decay and unable to struggle.
Just sink in like this, drown in this scorching naked late summer, fall in this rotten and bloody dusk.
You say that you are like a young bird who is obsessed with the distant place but has its wings broken in the nest. You are desperate but end up weeping tragic songs. Then I am like a tree rooted in the decayed destiny. I watch you fall and die in numbness and silence, dyeing my roots red.
Why, you insist on letting me remember you.
Why, you want me to get back the real feeling of being alive.
Obviously I have fallen into loneliness and decay, but you made me open my eyes in the darkness.
Admit it, none of us can escape from this city. One of us is willing to fall, and the other is beyond redemption.
Then let's just suck here for the rest of our lives.
In the next life, you will be the freest and most unfettered bird, flying out of this city that imprisons you like a cage until the end of dusk.
No need to look back, just let me see your retreating back, just like when we first met.
You leave without looking back and ask me to miss you forever.
Intention: new life